Blood trickled down from his nose.
I hope I broke it.
He put a hand on his nose and I heard him snap it back in place and not once did he take his eyes off me.
His eyes still holding some sort of surprise in them, like he couldn't quite fathom what had just transpired here.
When he was done and both our breathing had calmed down, he nodded, as if to himself.
"I deserved that." I was pretty sure he was referring to the punch, but he deserved all the other things I managed to do to him as well.
I let out a frustrated breath.
I just stood there staring at him till I had calmed down.
I just watched his expression as hard as always.
And it's always at me.
Am I really that intolerable?
That my own mate would have to hate me like this?
I think I have been cu
